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“Lick my neck,” I pant. “Please, Zane, I need it.”

He drops his mouth to my pulse point and kisses me there, but not licking. No. Something even better. He sucks, pulling my flesh into his mouth, and I scream at how good it feels.

Laughing, he covers my mouth and pushes me away from him.

Both of us are breathing harder still. So hard it feels like a kiss has changed me forever.

“Okay, little demon. I hear you. You like kissing. But you can’t make sounds like that without the deputies returning to find out what your fiancé is doing to you, you understand?”

No. I don’t understand anything at all. I stare at him, my chest heaving, and I get mad. “Do you kiss everyone like that?”

“Uh…”

“Zane Lowry.” I point my finger at him, my whole body shaking. “How many girls know that you kiss like that?”

“Jealous?” His eyes light up. “I like that.”

“I’m not jealous!” I yell it, as if that could make it true, but of course it’s not true. I am deeply, completely, horribly jealous, because none of the kisses I’ve had in my life were anything like that.

He covers my hand with his own. “Not that many girls. And none of them have made me hard in a jail cell, so you’ve got a definite lead on them in that respect. Also, none of them ever stole my wallet and procured a marriage license while I slept off a bar fight. Another memory that is only ours. But most of all, none of them—not a one—ever made me feel like kissing was their way of begging to get bred.”

My mouth falls open.

My eyes go wide.

“What in the?—”

He covers my mouth again as my voice starts to escalate. “Don’t deny it, Daisy. This all started because we were comparing shitty parenting and our own desires for a family. And then you had some doubts about whether you’d enjoy kissing me, which I sufficiently put to rest. But then, my little hellion, you took it to the next level, trying to climb me like ababymaking tree so you could tap me for my seed.” He grins. “Which I liked a lot, in case that wasn’t clear.”

When I just stare at him over top of his hand clamped across my face, he tilts my head down and gestures at his visible erection.

He liked it a lot.

“I just met you,” I mumble. “You can’t breed me.”

He smirks. “I can’t breed youyet. First, we need to get cleaned up and then order something in for dinner.”

CHAPTER 6

ZANE

My wife-to-be doesn’t know what to make of me.

I like that a lot.

She’s asleep now, her breathing slow and quiet in the dark motel room, and I should be, too. It’s late, and we have a big day tomorrow. But I can’t stop thinking about how she shyly asked if we could have spaghetti for dinner, like that was a special treat. Jackpot might not have a big population, but it does have a bunch of restaurant options to serve the traffic the casinos bring in, so I was able to get pasta and garlic bread delivered no problem. I ordered double portions of everything that sounded good, and we both ate until our bellies were full.

Then she had a long shower and changed into clean sweatpants and a t-shirt from the lawyer. Generic clothes meant to fit a broad range of people, they still manage to cling to her curves in a deeply distracting way.

I think she knew how her hips and belly and breasts looked stretching the cotton because she raced for the other bed and dove under the covers without another chance for toe-curling kisses.

When we’re married, I’ll make her feel so good about herself that she’ll let me look my fill before she comes to bed.

And when we’re married, it’ll bemybed she crawls into, not the one on the other side of the room. We’ll have toe-curling goodnight kisses every damn night, followed by slow, hot breeding sex.

I stare up at the motel room ceiling that I can barely see through the darkness and try to process just how fucking empty my arms feel.

Shekidnappedme. I was knocked out in one state and woke up in another, wallet missing, because an absolute stranger decided she needed to marry me.

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